I know. I was there. I felt it. Ten years ago I lost my mother to colon cancer. She fought a courageous battle for eleven and a half months until her body just couldn’t go on. I remember the day she called to tell me. I was sitting on my couch, the phone rang and my step father said “they found something.” I repeated what and all he could say was the same thing over and over. I finally said put mom on the phone and she told me. “They found a tumor.” I became very matter of fact. It’s…

Showing Up Joey, opening her drawing table at her wedding shower. Guess the theme. Wow, if I could just start my post with, “There is a woman named Glennon, and she lives in Virginia…” then I think you guys would get the point.I knew exactly what Glennon was talking about in yesterday’s post…to feel so incredibly loved by a friend. I had that exact same feeling when Glennon bought me my very first drawing table last year. It was huge, heavy, expensive and something I would have put off buying for years. I was floored. I couldn’t believe she had…

A guest post, from our Mike. I love it when an artist finds a creative way to take something that has become worn or broken and make it like new, but better. Easter has become one of those worn out things in my life, despite my growing faith in God. While I can tell you all about the religious significance of Easter, for me personally, it has signified brokenness. Broken dreams, broken promises, and a broken family. Twenty years ago. During some frantic holiday preparations, and argument erupted between my parents. It was one of those epic arguments that only…